Platt by Blair Gaulton

Another poem I wrote in German. If it is incorrect please let me know.

Platt
Ich bin platt wie ein Blatt.
​(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Jan 2017

Vision by Blair Gaulton

Vision
Vision is a collision of ideas
‘n’ ideals; with hopes, dreams,
wannabe; should be,
ought to be ‘n’ reality.
​(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Jan 2017

Tunneling Through by Blair Gaulton

Tunneling Through​
Thoughts tunnel through uncertainty’s mist.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Jan 2017

Ceiling’s Knolls by Blair Gaulton

Ceiling’s Knolls
Ceiling’s knolls shrug
like raised eyebrows.
​(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Jan 2017

At the Doctor’s by Blair Gaulton

​At the Doctor’s
Encapsulated in self;
yet near others;
mind far away.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Jan 2017

Sleep’s Reaping by Blair Gaulton

Sleep’s Reaping
Sleep reaps dreams.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Jan 2017

Fussy Clouds by Blair Gaulton

Fussy Clouds
Fussy clouds do not follow crowds.
​(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Jan 2017

Kites by Blair Gaulton

Kites
People are kites on the ice.
​(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Jan 2017

Bus by Blair Gaulton

Bus​
Blazing light fireflies bus.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Jan 2017

Sleepiness’ Fire by Blair Gaulton

Sleepiness’ Fire
Sleepiness’ fire retires thought.
​(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Jan 2017